Twilight and all characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Wow, guys, just wow (speechless from reviews (in good way)). My life is really hectic so this will be the only chapter until Sunday :( I'm sorry but yea..... enjoy!!!!!!

BPOV

Who are they? They must have been new because I was sure I had never seen that car before and I definitely had never seen the gorgeous girls who got out.

When I first saw them, all my insecurities suddenly came flying to the forefront of my mind. Talk about inferiority complexes, they were giving me quite a few.

I learned later that the blond, tall, absolutely drool-over, drop-dead sexy, Victoria Secret model one was Rosalie and her sister, petite, thin, short spiky jet black hair, and just as beautiful, was Alice. And both were impeccably dressed.

Alice was, to say the least, a very enthusiastic girl. She was always practically jumping out of her seat during classes when talking animatedly about herself and couldn't keep her excitement in. Rosalie seemed much more reserved, quiet most the time, but always looked to have her panties in a twist. Wonder why…

Whatever the reason, I invited them to sit with us at lunch, which they accepted gratefully, because they had had the rather unfortunate pleasure of meeting Mike Newton. And they just didn't want him getting any closer. Creep. And I totally agreed.

EPOV

To say the least, every girl at Forks high school was mad with jealousy. Because they were perfect in every way. Of course I hoped Bella wasn't as shallow as the rest of the female population of Forks because they didn't hold one millionth of the attraction, beauty, or perfection Bella did.

I took it she wasn't jealous though when she invited Alice and Rosalie to sit with us at lunch. Rosalie was quiet most of the time, adding in a comment here and there, and looking quite pissed. I just assumed that was her normal face for whenever she was bored.

But Alice, she was the polar opposite. Fucking bouncing up and down like a child all the time. And she would not stop talking, on and on about fashion, or hair, or whatever it was girls talked about.

And then Emmett walked in the lunchroom and Rosalie minutely straightened herself up and pursed her lips into a smile. She fucking smiled. And I never would have thought that was possible but that's when I realized something must be going on between them. Already? Emmett never did waste time in pouncing on new meat…

But it had only been a couple hours, which made me incredulous. But then again, it was Emmett.

And Emmett just approached the table, gave me and Jasper a wink, and mouthed the words "janitor's closet" which completely confirmed two times over all my suspicions and doubts.

They had only known each other for four hours and they were already fooling around in the janitor's closet? Damn. Rosalie may have been quiet but she sure as hell was not innocent. Emmet was a, well, demanding type of guy and he never just kissed in the closet. That goes without saying. So Rosalie was easy too. Which surprised me because a girl who looked like that could score any guy and she settled for a big oaf like Emmett?

And Alice didn't know where her next class was but it turns out she had it with Bella and Jasper and Emmett was in the same building so they all left lunch together, a little early.

Which just left Rosalie and me sitting awkwardly alone at the table not really saying much of anything. Then, all of a sudden, Rosalie turned to me, smiled, and asked:

"So, is there anything fun to do in this little town?"

"Well, asides from Emmett's parties, not really."

"And what about Mary-Jane? Does she visit often? In a town like this you need her just to get through the day. It seems so fucking boring."

And I just chuckled. Rosalie was the type of girl I would have loved to hang out and fool around with before I had met Bella. But now I was with Bella, and she had changed a lot of shit for me. She had changed my life.

And I remembered to answer her question, and I'd be truthful. Whatever the fuck she did in her free time was her business, even if it involved illegal shit.

"Well, Jasper and Emmett sometimes take hits in the woods behind school."

The spot used to be my private sanctuary and I would have never told any chick about it, but I didn't plan on going back, so I didn't refrain from telling Rosalie.

And at that, Rosalie dropped her gaze to my crotch, pretty fucking obviously, and said:

"Maybe you could show me sometime."

So she was a whore too... Because she was pretty openly hinting to me the other ideas she had. But she was screwing Emmett….

Then I felt bad, maybe she was a sex addict. Or, she was just your Class A high school skank. Either way, I wasn't having any of that so I said:

"Just ask Emmett, he's hilarious when he's high."

Thankfully, the lunch bell rang at that moment and I got up, said a casual "See ya," and walked off to class. I could tell things were going to get kinda awkward. I decided I wouldn't mention to Emmett his girlfriend's promiscuity and let it drop. And I definitely wouldn't tell Bella because she'd probably be pissed that Rosalie, whom she had so kindly accepted and invited to our lunch table, was spitting game at her man.

And then the absurd image popped into my head. Bella and Rosalie having a cat fight, nails, scratching, and all, and of course, Bella was kicking the crap out of Rosalie because Bella had this hidden feistiness and well, I was biased. Because I fucking loved Bella and I couldn't wait for the day when I would be able to say those words, tell her everything. And give her everything, all of me.

And I just shook off the thought as I rounded the corner and entered the doorway to my next class.

BPOV

I waited for Edward outside, by his car, for fifteen minutes, after which I started getting worried. Where was he?

So I decided to walk out to the spot. I knew it was terrible of me to have so little faith in Edward to think he had relapsed, but there were no other explanations for his absence.

The spot was something I didn't fully understand, especially how Edward talked so reverently about it when it was just a couple of fallen, rotting dead in the woods, logs where he got high.

So I entered the thick woodlands behind the school and followed what seemed like a path, but I couldn't be sure.

And somehow, just when I thought I was hopelessly lost, I heard Emmett's booming laugh and followed the direction of the noise, staring intently at the ground so as not to trip on any ferns or twigs.

And then I saw the light peaking through the trees, where the forest became less dense, and it looked to be a clearing.

Once I got close enough, I saw five figures sitting around on logs which were arranged in a circle and I could make out who were Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and Edward.

And then, as I saw the smoke rise, my heart sank. They were taking hits, and Edward was sitting there, laughing, with them. And I couldn't find the strength to confront Edward, because my heart literally felt like it had been crushed, like it had been put in a vise and screwed to the max. All I could do was hide in a densely overgrown patch of ferns, keel over, and start sobbing in a fetal position, rocking back and forth with my head between my hands. And the only person who would be able to comfort me was the same one causing my pain.

I really thought Edward could change. I thought I meant enough to him so that he would change. And I had foolishly thought that I could change him.

But I had been completely wrong. And I felt terrible. It felt as if someone had literally shoved their hand inside my chest and wrenched my still-beating heart out. And I was gasping for air because it was just so hard to breathe and whatever I did, I couldn't calm myself down.

And I knew Charlie would be getting worried so I tried my best to compose myself before I called him to ask him to pick me up from school. I would just tell him Jessica had given me a ride to school and I stayed late because I had to finish a test that didn't go so well so that's why I was upset. He would buy it, and he wouldn't push the subject.

So I dialed home and spoke to Charlie. The call was brief but he sensed something was wrong and I fed him the bullshit.

And after I hung up, I put the phone back in my pocket and began running as fast as I could out of the woods, trying to run away from all the pain and love that I was trying to deny.

The car ride home was awkward, Charlie trying to avoid addressing my feelings because he was never even comfortable with his own, and when we got home, I quickly fed him dinner so I could escape to my room.

Which only reminded me of Edward because his excruciatingly lovely scent was still on my pillows and the memory of him spending the night with me was fresh in my mind. And I couldn't take it. Any of it.

I tried to distract myself with anything. I cleaned my room twice, organized my bookshelves, and finally got ready for bed and another night of sleep I knew I wouldn't be able to achieve.

But when I opened the mirror cabinet in the bathroom to remove my toothbrush, I noticed Charlie's pill containers neatly ordered in alphabetical order.

And the one that caught my eye was on the end, Vicadin. The dentist had prescribed it after Charlie had had his wisdom teeth removed and he would never notice if I took a couple. And I justified it by saying it would help me sleep, make me drowsy and unable to keep my eyes open, and put me out of my misery.

So I filled the cup I usually used to rinse out my mouth with cold tap water, popped three pills in my mouth figuring it would do the trick, and swallowed with a quick swig.

And as I finished my normal bed routine, I felt the drowsiness slowly creep up on me and I got under my covers, willing the abyss of unconsciousness to take me.

I had been a fool… Too good to be true… All those fucking love songs ringing in my head with the clichéd lyrics that fucking described my life right now.

Fuck, Edward was torturing me. And fuck, I couldn't convince my heart, or whatever was left of it anyway, to let go. Because life never was that easy. Love never was that easy.

And fuck, after all he had done I still loved him?

EPOV

"Bella?"

I had tapped the window three times before I somehow managed to raise it myself from the outside because she had left it unlocked.

I came over, well, to sleep with her again, but also to apologize for being such a dick earlier. I honestly had planned to bring her home after school, but Rosalie begged me to show her the spot so I thought I could quickly show her and get back to Bella. But then Emmett, Jasper, and Alice were already there and they begged me to stay.

And once they began taking bong hits, I got really uneasy. I had just spent weeks with Bella getting over this shit and it was all about to go down the drain.

Fuck. She would be so pissed and hurt if I relapsed so I tried to convince myself to walk away. And somehow, I found the strength to do it. I stopped breathing to keep as little of the enticing scent from getting into my system and keying my whole body up in anticipation for a new high. I had to leave. So I just got up, gave a wave, and got the fuck out of there. And I fucking started running when I was out of their view because I had to get as far away from that shit as possible.

And then, I actually went home to do homework, yeah, I know, Edward the fucking angel child. And I thought about calling Bella and apologizing, but I thought I would just surprise her at night with some ice cream to make her forgive me. I would just let her blow off steam for now.

So when I finally got to her house, I parked the car at the end of the street, fucking excited to see Bella, and ran to the tree. I climbed up, which was extremely difficult with the tub of mint chip ice cream in my hand.

And when Bella didn't respond to my rapping, I just went in. And she didn't respond when I called her name in the dark of her room either. So I set the tub of ice cream down, thinking she was playing asleep and was still annoyed for earlier and went over to the side of her bed.

I decided to do damage control by kissing Bella's forehead which felt unusually cold so I pushed her hair back from her face and noticed it felt cold to my hands too. So I leaned in close and whispered in her ear:

"I'm really sorry about earlier. But I have ice cream!"

And I would have expected a gasp or giggle or some type of reaction from Bella who was just lying pretty still.

So I decided she was playing hard to get and I kissed her closed eyelids tenderly, and moved my lips down to her own and molded my lips to hers, gently caressing her lips with my tongue. But she still wouldn't respond.

That's when I realized Bella was too still, and she wasn't fucking breathing. Shit! I checked her pulse which I couldn't feel either and I just began freaking out. What the fuck had happened?

And because Bella's safety was the only thing that mattered to me at that moment, I busted open her door, hurled myself down the stairs, and came to a screeching halt in front of Charlie.

And his face just looked shocked. He was still trying to process what just happened and what was going on but I didn't have time for this shit so I said breathlessly:

"Bella's unconscious. She's not breathing and I can't find a pulse. Call 911."

And as much as I knew Charlie resented me, he grasped the intensity of the situation and immediately snapped into action, complying with my request.

And I just fucking ran as fast as I could back up the stairs, to Bella's side. I began shaking Bella's limbs frantically, trying to get some response. I slapped her cheeks a couple of times and yelled at her desperately to wake up.

"Fuck, Bella. Wake up! Wake up god damn it!"

And tears just began streaming down my face as I watched death taunt me once again, and by taking Bella's life, steal my own.

Because if Bella didn't fucking make it, I was done for too.

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